when You speak

dear Lord, when was the last time we talked? when was it that i came to you like an affectionate child demanding attention? you have not forgotten. each day you hold my hand and remind me of work that needs to be done in me. this morning, you watered the earth with your tears, falling as rain. while it does not carry the violence of a raging storm, i noticed that it was just a calm, collected rain fall. like a gentle pleading, a solemn summons. while on my way out, i noticed your smile, brightly lit by the glow of the mighty sun. your wind gathers like a caress expecting the mortal to reciprocate. is it always thus that you are expressive? how wonderful it would be to gaze and marvel at your countenance?! ever expressing, continually evolving. i have not forgotten. i will look forward to another talk with you. and tonight, i will look up in awe at your big blanket of sky, hugging my soul, warming me over... i anticipate your smile in the twinkle of the stars... ~('o')~ ~('o')~ ~('o')~ let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew like showers on new grass like abundant rain on tender plants deuteronomy 32:2 ~('o')~ ~('o')~ ~('o')~